Тексты песен «Wingnut Dishwashers Union»

Well it ain't nobody's goddamn business how my baby treats me Ain't nobody's business but my own [X2] Well one of these days I'm gonna wake up crazy I'll grab a gun and kill my baby It ain't nobody's business but my...

Tonight I'm an alley cat yeah, More afraid of you than you are of me But if you leave some food out on the porch, I might stay till there's nothing left to eat I could sit alone in a lunch room in high school If I...

So ya' think I got an evil mind, well, I'm tellin' you, honey That I don't know why. No, I don't know why. So ya' think my singin's out of time, Well, it makes me money. But I don't know why. No, I don't know why,...

If you ride bikes in baltimore than you a soldia' If you run a distro then you a hustla' Five bucks at a time Reaching for that paper Shit son Now that's gangsta' I got a fat chain it goes around my bike The cops are...

Well I'm afraid that the circles we've been drinking ourselves in Aren't big enough for the vowels that we try to fit inside of them When I was young I drank too much and I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel so god damn...

Well there's a girl in Rhinelander who needs Kathleen Hanna 'Cause she doesn't think that girls can sing rock 'n' roll songs. Well I don't think they got Bikini Kill records in small town Wisconsin record shops, but...

Well I've been working on becoming what I am In this bus terminal bathroom And these days I dream like I live Off trash and scammed greyhound passes Why don't I take a shower ya wonder I guess what I can't smell I just...

And if we decide that change is impossible then we'll prove ourselves right! But if that is the truth, well then, I think that there is worse things in this world than being wrong! And I suppose you gotta be a little...

I don't believe in cops, bosses, or politicians. Some call that anarchism. I call it having a fucking heart that beats! I do believe in freedom and never giving up. Call my methods madness or call them luck. I do what I...

We're kids building models of a world that we might wanna live in. And sorting feelings in our stomach--is this liberation or starvation? But have we made it anywhere at all if the dishes are never done? If we can't...

Tonight I'm an alley cat, yeah More afraid of you than you are of me But if you leave some food out on the porch I might stay until there's nothing left to eat. I'd be sitting alone in a lunch room in high school If I...

Tonight I'm an alley cat, yeah More afraid of you than you are of me But if you leave some food out on the porch I might stay until there's nothing left to eat. I'd be sitting alone in a lunch room in high school If I...

This is a love song to the rubble we've been building and to everything broken, or breaking, or falling apart, like we are. And well I don't think that it's ever gonna end, the way things devour each other again and...

I swear I'll run away from every home I ever have So I'll build a new house in every town I pass. Maybe then I won't always feel lost and trapped. When I was growing up, I was the smartest kid I knew. Maybe that was...

So I dip this pen in arsenic I write a song for every president That won't ever get shot in the face And I wrap these strings in plastic explosives I walk down to the court house With one strum I level the place But...

I've got no future I suppose besides this road With a thumb pointing out to get me to the next show Tomorrow I'll be gone but I'll see you soon I'm sure still bummin' smokes from everyone on this porch Well I'm...

Well just 'cause I drink don't mean I don't hate stupid drunks. But just 'cause I'm singing it, That don't mean shit, that don't mean that I'm not one. But those jerks by the kegs, They aren't leaving me no ground to...

I don't believe in cops, bosses, or politicians Some call that anarchism, I call it Having a fucking heart that beats I do believe in freedom and never giving up home, I met this madness they're calling a war, I do what...

I stick tape in the holes in my shoes I stick my tongue in the holes in my teeth I stick expletives in the holes in my thought process when I speak My friends stick to their guns They got a bunch in the woods of vermont...

Well I hope that this voice of mine well it just leaves Because lately I just don't know what to believe You know I don't wanna sing a song to you Unless I know it's the truth But the truth is that these days I just...